Nevertheless, Comet TV was running a cute little slasher-but-not-a-slasher movie last month entitled, April Fool's Day, a teen audience flick from the eighties, I believe. The premise actually works in a tolerable fashion to please both young people and adults, but as ho-hum as I was about the movie it's the end theme that smacked me across the face. Call me weird, but I usually love soundtrack music more than the motion picture, and in this instance I was charmed.
Too Bad You're Crazy, performed by Jerry Whitman with what seemed to my ears a trace of zydeco is just a super novelty song with implications for the world of doomed human relationships, but an individual listener can take its lyrics far beyond original intent and be inspired by the lunacy which pervades our life force in the world's current social climate.
Putin? Successfully self-intentioned if you don't mind murders by the thousands, but too bad he's crazy. It appears.
And how about Mr. Lady who killed six people at a school in Nashville? Is this the sort of person the new Supreme Court justice what'shername had in mind when asked what is a woman and she couldn't provide an answer? Mr. Lady: Too bad you're (or were) crazy.
Murder-suicide incidents are always more than frustrating. Obviously, in most circumstances suicides are wrong and serve to hurt those closest to the perpetrator. Suggestion? The suicide-prone should get help to excise whatever demons bite at their heels. However, if one is absolutely and positively determined to exit this life without fail, they should keep it a private affair and not take other people with them. What if, for instance, an afterlife actually exists and maybe the suicidal person is judged one way or another based solely on that little moment when he or she murdered innocent bystanders before taking their own life? Okay, maybe no afterlife exists, but why even risk angering a higher power? Just in case.
Transgendered men born as male who believe they menstruate and demand sanitary pad dispensers in restrooms? Too bad you're crazy, Mr. Lady. People who claim men can be pregnant sans bizarre surgical procedures or the like? Too bad you're crazy.
Elected and unelected bureaucrats of an out-of-control administration allowing any and every piece of human filth and drugs to cross U.S. borders with the rabid assistance of cartels and incoming gangs? Too bad you're NOT crazy, though intent upon transforming ours into a Third World country. Nevertheless, there must be radical leftists in Congress infested with mental disorders, so to that select group we enthusiastically say -- too bad you're crazy.
Reminiscent of the movie, The Omega Man, followers of Antifa and dozens of other violent, organized groups come off like radiated zombies as they cut, pummel and burn their way through what used to be a nation respected throughout the world. Dedicated, yet clearly insane university professors help, poisoning student minds with utter nonsense as people with rational and different points of view are shunned. Too bad you're crazy.
A bought-and-paid-for district attorney in NY City joins a bevy of pod people motivated through pure hatred to indict Trump, awarding themselves almost cult status. Trump, the President who saved America and in his brief time in Office worked toward endorsing established American values for all. The leftist mob? Too bad you're crazy.
The ongoing take-down of Donald Trump, conducted by human attack dogs almost foaming at the mouth, very much seems like a vacation in Crazytown. For the moment, however, few notice what's brewing on the Biden family investigation front. Too bad? You're crazy.
